Thursday, October 21, 2004

Possibility

“Anything is possible, all is permitted”

Those are the (in)famous last words of one Hassan Al-Sabbah, founder of those esoteric bogeymen The Assassins, and while in the US of A that last part sure isn’t true[1] (last part inserted just for you Mr. Ashcroft) but I certainly believe the first part.

I’m going to write at length over on the Sports Blog about Boston’s amazing comeback, but I just wanted to expand on it a little here as well.

Yes, so many folks say, “it’s just a game.” But when “just a game” can create this level of happiness, I think that happy little cliché needs to take a swan dive off the Brooklyn Bridge (and watch out for falling Yankees fans on its way down).

I’m single after a formerly going well relationship and friendship went to the crapper about the same time as UGA’s loss to EweTee—and I’m ridiculously happy. I was running a few degrees fever yesterday and staying at work—because I don’t want to miss any time with Jury Duty coming up next week[2]--and I’m ridiculously happy.

Why?

Because Curt Schilling pitched a gem of a game six with his skin sewn to his ankle bone.

Because Boston was down 3-0 to the Yankees and came back—doing what no team in the history of MLB has ever done.

Because anything now seems possible.

At this point, it’s like I’m 5 years old again (only with better motor and cognitive skills and I can hold my liquor a lot better) and I really do believe that anything can happen. Not only that, I believe that in the positive way. It’s like experiencing a mini-Nirvana. And if I’m feeling this good, I have to remind myself that I am but a fairly recent Red Sox convert, familiar with the team as a fan for only a bit more than the past half-decade. I can barely imagine what the lifelong fans, the surviving players feel like.

Anything’s possible folks, it feels great.

[1] Ok, let me stray from the topic somewhat right away here. I haven’t yet worked up the guts to read DeSade, but what I’ve read of him somewhat scares me: because there is quite a bit of evidence that some of his theories hold true. My “DeSade in a Nutshell” is that not only do nice folks finish last; they also get beaten and crapped on by the not-so-nice folks who rarely get comeuppance. And before you dismiss this right away, go back and check out some the recent stock/investment scandals, or your senators and president’s headlines, or even think about how many times a friend of yours—male or female—put up with being treated like shit by their significant other. I’m not saying I totally buy it, but I won’t dismiss it yet either.
[2] I may or may not try Homer Simpson’s method of Jury Duty Evoision and say that I’m prejudiced against all races to get out of it though.

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Will Mosher is a fan of many things red: The Georgia Bulldogs, The Boston Red Sox, many types of Red Wine, Smithwick's Red, Killian's Irish Red, Johnny Walker Red Label, spaghetti sauce and the planet named for the Roman God of War. He doesn't much care for sight of blood though.